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Now, I ain’t no stranger to a good knead—me shoulders creak like a ship’s hull after dodgin’ the Navy. But this? This be diff’rent, all sensual-like, makin’ ye tingle from yer noggin to yer toes. Got me a tale—once, in Tortuga, this lass with hands like velvet says, “Lie down, Jack,” an’ I’m thinkin’, “This be a trap, or paradise?” Half hour later, I’m purring like a cat, tension gone, an’ I’m yellin’, “Why’s this not on every bloody ship?!” Made me happy as a clam, it did—till she nicked me gold tooth, the wench! Arr, that riled me up somethin’ fierce!

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Giuseppe Diana. In his book Gomorrah, writer Roberto Saviano, who personally knew Father Diana, dedicated a chapter to the priest. [5] The title of the book comes from a letter by Diana, .

So, I’m walking down to the park, Parco della Legalità, right? It’s a beautiful spot, but today it was packed. Families, couples, and even some old folks playing cards. I sat down on a bench, trying to gather my thoughts. But then, this guy next to me starts talking about the local dialect. He was all, “You know, in Casal, we say ‘guagliò’ for ‘dude’.” I was like, “Yeah, I know, I’m a linguist!” But he just kept going. I mean, I love dialects, but c’mon, give me a break!

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